Pheasant Soup

Gossamer happily ripped the feathers off the pheasant and spat the smaller ones into the air. She removed the long tail feathers more carefully and tucked them under a rabbit hide so they wouldn't blow away. Kylfa chuffed, one slate eye opening and eyeing the older wolf that approached. Gossamer looked up and spat out the latest clump of feathers, tongue flailing a bit to dislodge the last one before she replied to the man. "Thanks! I'm Gossamer, and sure. Though I promised to share the pheasant with Ásta and Kylfa. I don't think I have enough for one more." She knew she should probably share. She could tell by his scent he was a pack mate but she and her companions had worked hard for the meal and she honestly didn't want to share unless she absolutely had to.